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Topic: Fried Brain Sandwich (Read 15458 times)

1 lb Pork brains (used to be beef brains, but they are almost impossible to get due to mad cow disease)1 Egg, beaten 1/2 c Flour 1/2 ts Baking powder Salt to taste Pepper to taste

Soak brains in salt water a short time. Cover with clear water and remove membrane. Drain; beat in other ingredients with spoon. If too thin, add a small amount of flour; if too thick, add small amount of milk. Fry on griddle until well done, turning once. Serve on buns, of course.

Should be served with a side of squirrel burgoo and a bottle of Double Cola. Followed by a fried candy bar for dessert.

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My friend Zach (Who was here briefly but alas, did not stay) mailed me a tin of pork brains when he was in school in North Carolina. On the tin, it suggests that they be served with scrambled eggs, on toast.

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My friend Zach (Who was here briefly but alas, did not stay) mailed me a tin of pork brains when he was in school in North Carolina. On the tin, it suggests that they be served with scrambled eggs, on toast.

My wife's 90 year old cousin does that a lot. He gets the fresh stuff too since he raises his own cattle.

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Hmmm... even though I've never had brains before, I'd imagine them to be damn heavy.

Do you think that they would be good prepared just fried in olive oil with lemon and garlic?

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